Post by Mondae Chaos on Jul 31, 2016 0:06:09 GMT
This wasn't the first time that Mondae Chaos found herself in a hospital room after a show. In her short, 2-month career Mondae and Arianny had destroyed anyone who stood in their path and had created a lot of enemies along the way. In Deathcore, Mondae took joy in mentally torturing Sasha Tyton, a colleague who had spent time in prison for murder. This resulted in the teen being found in a dumpster with a jump rope tied around her neck. A minor concussion and some serious plotting later and Mondae had framed Ms. Tyton for the murder of Terrence Benson. Last night, Jack Owyns had jumped our queen and tried to choke her out with a rope around her neck. For some reason people really wanted to choke the life out of Mondae and take away her form of communication. How rude. Clearly she didn't take a hint well.
Mondae groaned as her eyes fluttered open. She glanced around the hospital room and sighed. For a moment she knew where she was but didn't know how she got there or what happened. Her gorgeous face was battered. She looked like Rhianna after Chris Brown got a hold of her; a black eye, cut cheek and swollen lip. As she tried to sit up in bed she winced in pain. Everything hurt. Her stomache, her back, her ribs, her neck. Her whole body throbbed in pain. Gritting her teeth, Mondae pulled herself up through the pain. One name flashed in her mind.
Jack Owyns.
It all came back to her quickly. She remembered trying to get Georgia alone and being jumped by Jack Owyns, because he is a little bitch who couldn't possible fight fair. She remembered the rope around her neck and the 9mm with some stupid, fancy safety on it. She remembered pointing the gun directly in the face of Jack Owyns and planning to wipe him from existence. If only she had been able to blow his stupid brains out all over Georgia's office. She wouldn't even have to kill Georgia. She would probably kill herself after that. Or become an even more pathetic, weak woman. At that point she would no longer be a threat.
Instead Jack speared Mondae through a window and they both wound up unconscious on the roof of a car. Jack clearly has no regard for his own life. He should have just let her kill him.
Before she could even think of how to plot her revenge against Jack, the door of her hospital room opened and in walked Chris Chaos. The last thing that Mondae needed was a dad lecture. She sighed as her father approached her bed. He wore a pair of dark-washed denim and a black polo. Before he could say a word the clicking of high heels on the tiled floor is heard and Mondae looked up to see a horrifying sight: her mother. Keilli Chaos struts into the room with the fakest smile ever plastered across her face. Keilli is dressed in a pair of skin tight white skinny jeans and a hot pink halter-top that just skimmed her belly button and had black polka dots all over it. She teetered on a pair of leopard print stilettos and tossed her overly-bleached blonde hair over her shoulder as she scurried to her daughter's side.
Mondae rolled her eyes. This day could not possibly get any worse.
"Money, are you okay?" Keilli's voice was sweet and sick with concern. Mondae knew her mother was just putting on an act because Chris was in the room.
"We jumped on a plane as soon as we heard you were in the hospital again." You could hear a real sense of worry in Chris' voice. He had always been protective over his little angel.
"Well, what's the damage?" She asked her parents casually. Like being thrown out of a window was a daily occurrence in her life. Her mother's eyes narrowed.
"The damage? You have ANOTHER concussion, two broken ribs, internal bleeding and a bruised kidney. Apparently you aren't invincible Mondae." Keilli folded her arms across her chest, unimpressed. Mondae simply shrugged. She didn't die and only broke some ribs. Not a bad rub.
"What happened?" Asked Chris. The rumors had swirled that Mondae and Jack were rushed to the hospital, but since both of them were unconscious all night, no one had figured out what exactly had happened. Jack wasn't exactly one to put out a statement and we're sure that Georgia doesn't want to announce that her boyfriend, who was recently released from prison for murder had thrown one of her staff through a window. Not the best publicity.
"I went to talk to Georgia in her office but she wasn't there and Jack jumped me from behind." It was only a partial lie. She obviously wasn't going to admit to her parents that she went to kill Georgia. Jack was the one who tried to kill her, so that was besides the point now. Our young teen tried to make her voice sound as pained and innocent as possible. "He tried to choke me and when I broke free we fought until he threw me through the glass window. The rest you'll have to fill me in on because I don't remember anything else."
Chris looked shocked and sick to his stomach. Some maniac tried to murder his baby girl. I guess Jack knows how that feels. Keilli, on the other hand, looked slightly disappointed. Grade A mother material.
"You have to quit." were the first words out of Chris mouth. For once in her life Mondae was speechless. She moved her mouth but didn't know what to say. Quitting was not an option. Chris sat down next to Mondae on the bed and looked at her with the sad dad face.
"Listen, I know that isn't what you want to hear. You are an amazingly talented wrestler. You have skill and talent and you dominate. Your mother and I have never been prouder of you. But you aren't safe and that is our number one priority. You're coming home with us once you're released." He said it so plainly, like it was fact. Mondae simply blinked. Keilli on the other hand sighed softly. The last thing she wanted was Mondae back in New York. Her life had been so much easier since her daughter was gone.
Mondae took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts.
"Dad, I am not leaving. Quitting is not an option. You taught me that!" The queen of fucking everything tried to remain calm but she could feel her blood boiling. "Yes, Jack tried to kill me, but he didn't succeed. Why should I let him win? Why should I be the one that has to leave? That is ridiculous and you know it dad. You need to stop looking at me as your child and look at me as someone that you trained. If I wasn't your daughter you would never ask me to quit."
She remained calm and made her point and Chris furrowed his brow. Typical patriarchal bullshit from the patriarch of the Chaos family. He wanted to just swoop up his little damsel in distress and take her home. The only problem; Mondae was not a damsel and she certainly wasn't in distress. This was a setback and nothing more. If Mondae had a dick, Chris would never even suggest that she quit.
Chris stared at his daughter. He hated when she was logical and he knew she was right.
"I just worry about you. Jack Owyns is a murderer. He already murdered Braydon!" Chris paused for a moment. He was actually great friends with Braydon Knox and his passing still upset the God of professional wrestling. "I can't believe this company is just letting him run rampant."
"I know you do and I learned my lesson: don't go anywhere alone. Shawn DeLise is doing everything he can to discredit his mentally unstable sister and get the company to himself. And his first order of business will be banning Jack forever." She would make sure of this. "I've already thought about it and I know a few people I can bring in as protection. I'm not a little girl anymore, dad. And you can't make me quit. This my life and my path." She stared straight at him with determination in her eyes. Mondae would be damned if her dad waltzed in here and ruined everything that her and Arianny had been working for. His face softened as he looked at her.
"You're a brave young woman Mondae. I know I did good." He smiled softly. If he only knew exactly what kind of child he raised. Mondae smiled sweetly at her father and Keilli looked like she threw up in her mouth. "I'm going to go try and find you something to eat. You need to keep your strength up. You hungry?" Mondae nodded and Chris left the room.
A silence hung in the air as the two Chaos women stared each other down. A fiery burning hatred flashed behind both of their eyes.
"You're going to get yourself killed, kid. I can't wait to say I told you so at your fucking funeral." Keilli stepped closer to her daughter, a smirk plastered across her plastic face.
"Do you think I'm scared of Jack Owyns? He is holding some pathetic grudge for no reason and he will regret the day that he decided to fuck with myself and Arianny. I am not going to lay over and play dead. I will gladly fight to the death and I will win. Maybe you can give the speech at his funeral instead. No one else will care if he dies." She wanted nothing more than to jump out of this bed and beat the shit out of her mother. Nothing riled Mondae up more than her mom.
"A pathetic grudge? You tried to murder his daughter during your psychotic break, or did you forget?" Keilli rolled her baby blues.
"Do you honestly think I forgot? I wish every day that Mackenzie Owyns had died in that explosion. Jack deserves to have nothing in this fucking world. And if I can't take everyone that he loves away from him, I guess I will have to take his life instead." There was no remorse in her voice and Keilli looked stunned. She took a step back and just stared at her daughter. Keilli had always hated Mondae but she had never known just how pure evil her own child was. Maybe she was this evil since birth. Maybe her mother hating her for her entire life made her like this. It's very hard to tell at this point.
"You're fucking sick. I hope you kill Jack Owyns and go to prison for the rest of your life. It's where you belong. And then your poor father can stop sitting at home every night worrying to death about you. You throwing yourself in harms way is going to kill him and you don't even care!" Keilli shook her head. Raising a monster is every parent's nightmare. And although Keilli hated her child, Chris was her number one. Keilli had always doted on her "Chrissy" and he had always been the number one thing in her life. It was upsetting to watch the man she loved obsess over his "little girl" when Keilli knew she was nothing more than trouble.
"First of all, dad thinks I'm a fucking angel. And secondly, don't worry about prison. I'll just get off on a technicality or a very convenient psychotic break like I did last time I tried to kill someone. Or maybe I'll frame someone else for his murder." She never mentioned Braydon but Keilli let out a gasp. The blonde knew exactly what Mondae was implying and she was completely stunned. Keilli had always found it too convenient that Mondae had a babysitter for two weeks and then he was mysteriously murdered.
Mondae smirked. Watching her mother squirm was far too much fun.
"Just remember that daddy will never believe you. And I don't think you want to find out who dad would choose if you made him pick between the two of us. He'd drop your plastic ass off with the rest of the real housewife rejects. So just shut your mouth and play your doting mother role and nothing will happen to you." And that was a blatant threat. Keilli's face was growing red as she clenched her hands into fists at her side. She knew Mondae was right. Chris would never believe her. He would have to literally witness Mondae murdering someone to believe what his little girl was capable of. And even then, he might believe whatever lie his daughter fed him.
"You will get yours Mondae. Your crimes will catch up to you and it's going to fucking destroy your father. I hope that makes you happy! I'm sure you don't even fucking care. I wish you weren't my child. I wish I never gave birth to you. You are my biggest mistake!" Keilli screamed this at her only child before turning on her heels and storming out of the room in a fit of rage.
"But mommy, I love you." Mondae said in her sweetest voice before letting out a maniacal laugh.
Clearly being almost murdered by Jack had not deterred our young queen. Usually a near death experience gives you perspective. Not Mondae. She was more than ready to take on Georgia, Jack and Lord Blake to get her hands on that Supreme Title and show Georgia that the mean girls always get their way. And she would kill them all if she got the chance.
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